from Monday, October26th of the year2009.

I’m in Paris for a second “” a 40 hour layover. Paris really calms me down. I arrived, I stepped in dogshit, I ate pastry, I ate an iconic dinner alone (onion soup, a tartare with perfect fries, a glass of red wine) and walked back to my weird hotel (it’s, evidently, a detox hotel, based on the book Clean by “Alejandro Junger, M.D.,” which is for sale in each room, along with disturbing herbal tinctures and granola bars). I went into a grocery store (open on a Sunday night “”Â a serious rarity up in here) and stared at the dairy products forever.